'Waugh hawk, Mr.Barry; don't think, if you value your peace of mind, to stand in my shoes when they are vacant.
Besides, I don't think my Lady Lyndon would QUITE condescend to marry a'---- 'Marry a what, sir ?' said I, in a rage.
"Never mind what: but the man who gets her will rue it, take my word on't.

A plague on her! had it not been for my father's ambition and mine (he was her uncle and guardian, and we wouldn't let such a prize out of the family), I might have died peaceably, at least; carried my gout down to my grave in quiet, lived in my modest tenement in Mayfair, had every house in England open to me; and now, now I have six of my own, and every one of them is a hell to me.

Beware of greatness, Mr.Barry.

Take warning by me.

Ever since I have been married and have been rich, I have been the most miserable wretch in the world.